Originally I had planned on making a post today spotlighting the neighbor’s chicken…  Yes our neighbor has a chicken, and now you’re going to have wait to read my scintilating post about it…  Don’t get too excited trust me…

But instead you get to hear about my evening.  I became convinced not long ago that the three feline denizens of our menagerie formed a pact with each other to ensure that our day just isn’t complete unless we have to clean up some cat puke.

I come home today and head to go and get changed into something more comfortable… Not an issue, until I discovered that one of our residents decided to relieve themselves of that hairball that was driving them nuts on our bed.  If it wasn’t bad enough that they puked on the bed, the did it on my side of the bed, almost on my pillow!

So after getting the boy to bed, it’s time to deal with the present that was left for me.  So, the bed gets stripped, and off I go to try and decipher the organization system of our linen closest (i.e. none).  Just to keep it interesting, I discovered that the sheets for our bed were mixed in with the sheets for the boy…

Then to add to the degree of difficulty one of our cats decides that they need to swat at my legs from under the bed while I’m trying to change the sheets…